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... yet formed. The land itself seemed tense, as if the world were bracing for something it couldn’t name.
Lindarion stood on the ridge, cloak drawn tight around him, white hair whipping in the restless gale. Below stretched the scar of an old battlefield: blackened earth, broken weapons, the skeletal remains of war long past. Yet the mana here was new, alive, thrumming faintly with corruption.
Ashwing circled above, wings glittering faintly in the cloudlight. "He’s been here," the d ...
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